Chapter 64: 64

This poll was supposed to be a fair and impartial democratic vote, originally everyone was an amateur and everyone was on the same starting line,but when krypton gold players like this with their own full-level inscriptions appeared, everything became different.

At the end of the night, with the efforts of many students, Jian’s votes slowly started to rise by one or two hundred, although Wang Jian'an was already ahead of him by nearly a thousand votes, but Jiane's somewhat alarming rise still caused Wang Jian'an a sense of crisis.

The Wang family

A disgruntled muttering erupted from the bedroom: "Mom, what's this Jian Shiwu's deal?"

Wang Jian'an's slightly wealthy mother, Wang Lina, sat beside him, her phone still in her hand, looking at the information, and she looked around and replied, "It's the eldest son of Jian Zicheng and Zhen Meilie."

Wang Jian'an said, "That's the old-fashioned Jian family?"

"Mm-hmm."

In rich people's circles, all the families in the town with a bit of money and fame must have known each others, and the Jian family was a proper bookish family, several generations of which had been literary, and it was only this generation that Jian Zicheng began to do business.

Wang Jian'an was a little uninterested: "Why would an old fart come to make an art film like this if he wasn't studying properly?"

"But..."

Wang Jianan pouted again: "Mom, to be honest, I don't really want to shoot this, I heard from the assistant that I don't have any kind of pay, and I don't even get to put on makeup, even a filter in the later stage won't be adjusted, who knows what photographer they will hire, what if I look ugly?

Wang Lina let out a "tsk" and slapped Wang Jian'an on the head, "What do you know, you stupid child!"

Wang Jian'an covered his head in pain.

Wang Lina said, "This is a very good positive image, it will help you to get some positive drama resources in the future, if you can get this kind of provincial positive sunshine image, then in the future, all those public welfare blockbusters, won’t they open the door for you?"

The most important thing for a child actor is to create an image. Wang Lina was an agent by profession, so how could she not understand this?

Wang Jian'an seemed to understand: "Is it really that important?"

Wang Lina glanced at him: "Could it be that your mother can harm you? Pay attention to me, we must get this resource, you should also be active, interact with fans more and inspire them, mother will help you here. Is it clear?"

Wang Jianan nodded his head.

But very quickly he doubted again and said, "Then what if Jian’s vote overtakes mine?"

"Humph!"

Wang Lina's mouth curled up in a sarcastic smile, "Their family has recently taken all their business funds to invest in new projects, what spare money can they have for their children to fight and vote for this kind of list, that kind of poor family still wants to compete with us, don't worry about it, as long as you stabilize your group of fans, this resource will definitely be ours!"

...

The following day

No.1 school, Dining Hall

At lunchtime Jian Shiwu was in the canteen with his friends. Today the canteen had roast pork and ribs, and from a distance you could smell the aroma hooking people up so much. In the past this would have been the happiest time for Jian, yet today he didn’t go to the line for the meat dishes, and silently went to the other side.

Lui Heng was surprised: "You're not eating the roast pork?"

Jian shook his head.

Such an abnormality is surprising. After all, a person who loves roast meat as much as his life suddenly says he doesn't eat it anymore, how irritated he must be.

Lui Heng was like he was looking at some kind of magical species: "Stimulated by what?"

Jian Shiwu was in tears: "Losing weight."

He said, the others didn't have a problem with it, but Shen Cheng, who had been standing next to him without saying anything, frowned inaudibly.

Shen Cheng: "You're not fat."

Jian Shiwu didn't expect him to say anything, so he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Wouldn't it be more attractive to be thinner?"

Shen Cheng said, "What, are you a white-knuckle girl going to the competition?"

“.....”

Jian Shiwu, who didn't intend to eat a few mouthfuls, silently added a little more rice to himself.

He knew that he might not be selected for this Haitou, but since he chose to participate, he would take it seriously. If it were him, it would be too late to lose weight before the battle. All the classmates have While cheering for him, he can't slack off.

As he ate, Jian Shiwu covered his mouth from time to time and yawned in small increments.

Lui Heng inclined his face to inquire about him and said, "What are you doing, why do you have such heavy dark circles under your eyes."

Jian Shiwu rubbed his eyes and buried his head in the bowl of corn while saying, "Because I was busy with other things a while ago, I left my instrument lessons behind, so last night I practiced a little more."

How could that be a little practice. There was a faint layer of dark circles around that fair little face, and it looked a little pitiful.

Lui Heng said, "What did you practice that for?"

Jian took a bite of the chicken without any salt and replied, "This time the public service film might need to have a piano-playing clip, and the people who are running for it are all multi talented and multi -artistic, so I have to improve myself and practice hard too."

Lui Heng hesitated, "I think I remember them saying there was a bridge of playing a musical instrument, but hasn’t the final decision on what instrument not been made yet?"

Jian was an honest child: "Well, I practiced a bit because they haven't decided yet."

Because it was a more traditional public service film, some of the more classical instruments were easily chosen, and the guzheng was one of them, but anyone who had practiced the guzheng knew that it was very hard on the hands if you practiced for a long time.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes and saw the redness and swelling of Jane's fingers holding the chopsticks. The child had always been afraid of pain, yet he had practised for so long that he didn't know how long he had been practising, and if he continued at night the pain would only increase rather than decrease. But he would still lower his head, with a smile on his face, talking to Lui Heng. His voice soft and even reassuring his friend in turn, "It doesn’t matter, I just took the opportunity to find my touch.”

Lui Heng was a little worried and said to him, "Then you will be tired? Don't let your body hold up."

Jian raised his proud little chest, "Don't worry, don't look at who I am!"

There were many familiar faces in the canteen, and now that the voting campaign was in full swing, many people would come over to say hello.

"Go Jian Shiwu."

"Our whole family has voted for you."

"Make sure you win against Wang Jianan."

"We're watching you!"

The encouragement from his classmates and friends was both motivation and pressure, and if he wanted to wear the crown, he had to bear the weight of it.

But these heavy burdens were never on Jian’s lips, he was the kind of kid who would get up and tell people that nothing was wrong even when he fell down. Everyone seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with him, but Shen Cheng looked at the little face that was trying so hard to hide its tiredness and was trying to hold on to laugh with his classmates, but he found it an eyesore.

"Knock knock."

Shen Cheng knocked on the table.

Jian Shiwu was busy with other people and he finally retracted his eyes. Shen Cheng whispered: "Eat."

The people who had gathered around the table noticed Shen Cheng's gaze and felt a chill down their backs, they glanced at each other and wisely skipped away. Jian Shiwu was finally able to have a good meal.

Qiao An asked him next to him, "Shiwu, do you want to go play some ball after dinner later?"

Jian Shiwu shook his head gently, "I don't want to go, I have to do my homework in advance, I have to practice the piano and go to the gym in the evening, so I don't have enough time."

Qiao An had to nod regretfully.

They were eating, and Lui Heng who had eaten the most and began to look at the phone suddenly cursed and showed them the screen: "This Wang Jianan is really a showman."

The crowd looked at the screen.

In the middle of the day;

Wang Jian'an v: "I accidentally got hurt a bit during dance practice, but it doesn’t matter, I will continue to work hard not to let everyone down."

The accompanying photo was a picture of a broken skinned elbow, looking a little pitiful.

Qiao An lamented, "If he had shot it a little later, it might have all been fine."

Lui Heng couldn't stop smiling. Shen Cheng's attention, however, was on the following comments.

"Brother worked hard."

"Oooooo, it's already excellent, don't practice."

"We will all always support you!"

"Yeah, all will vote for brother and buy stationery!"

"Only someone who works so hard as brother deserves to be first."

Shen Cheng looked at these comments and looked up again at the boy opposite him, he had only eaten half a bowl of rice today with green vegetables and nearly boiled chicken, under his eyes were light dark circles, his originally slender fingers had become a little red and swollen from practising the piano, in order to do his best, every day he also had intense fitness tasks and was extremely hard on himself.

Jian Shiwu was under tremendous pressure and suffered no less than anyone else.

But Wang Jian'an can get a lot of consolation and votes just by casually selling his misery on Weibo, while Jian Shiwu practices hard day and night, but still has to be pressured by someone like Wang Jian'an, and even has to be called worthless by his group of fans.

The world may be unfair, Shen Cheng knew that long ago.

But if the world did not give justice to his boy, then he will.

......

By the end of the night, the top two results of the sea vote were still Wang Jian'an and Jane Shiwu, with Wang Jian'an at 9,800 votes and Jane Shiwu at 8,600.

But as soon as 7pm passed, the votes were different.

Someone noticed that the number of votes for Jian Shiwu began to soar at a rate of a few hundred per hour, and finally at zero o'clock, it stopped at 10,000, regaining the number one spot.

Stunned crowd, Wang Jian'an's fans:”....”

"Insider?"

"Swipe votes?"

"Really?" Too many people couldn't believe it, an amateur surely couldn't have more or less fans, so apart from swiping votes could it be stationery votes? But Jian Shiwu doesn't look like a rich kid like that either.

Originally, the fans were just drumming in their hearts but they didn’t have emotions, until the post brushed up together with the idol's new developments:.

Wang Jian'an v: "May all the hard work be given the fruit it deserves."

The accompanying photo was of him practicing in the dance studio in the early hours of the morning. The teenager in the photo made a point of giving a v to the camera, revealing his injured elbow and garnering a lot of sympathy and pity.

Fans were moved to.

"Brother is working so hard."

"Working so hard even though you're injured."

"Get some rest!"

"You just work hard and leave the rest to us!"

Whether it was out of pity for their idol or because they were aware of their own responsibilities, but the fans started to work hard to vote for Wang Jian'an, and when their own votes were not enough, they started to call on their friends and relatives to vote.

Every 10 minutes the numbers are updated

Jane Shiwu 11000

Wang Jian'an 10,000

The number of votes for Jian Shiwu rose even faster!

It seems that the person behind the vote throwing has watched their harf work, watched them rekindle their hopes, and then dealt a fatal blow when they were about to succeed, breaking the minds of the fans.

Like a cruel hunter teasing his weak prey. Like an outsider watching people struggle. From start to finish, the man behind the scenes didn't show up, didn't even say a word, but left all the fans feeling like they'd suffered a huge loss, being played like a monkey and having no place to turn to!

"This guy!"

"How can he control the votes so precisely and overpower us every time."

"Ah, crying with anger!"

On the other side

When she found out that her son's votes were in crisis, she asked her assistant to buy the votes and then voted for them all in the name of her fans, but the other side seemed to be able to predict it in advance.

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Wang Lina was furious: "Who the hell is this person!"

The assistant fanned next to her: "Sister Wang, Sister Wang you don’t get angry."

Wang Jian'an couldn't sleep even on a night like this, he sat on the sofa and asked his mother, "Did Jian’s family buy the tickets?"

"No way," Wang Lina subconsciously denied, "I sent someone to check a few days ago, the Jian family has recently invested in a new project, all the money has been poured in, there is no way they have the money to do so."

Wang Jian'an hesitated, "Could it be... that Jian Shiwu dared to swipe the votes?"

This kind of cheating can lead to outright disqualification. But if there really was such an act, then he would be considered to have directly gotten rid of his opponent.

The sea vote on both sides was in full swing, and the number of votes Wang Lina cast was again oppressed, and the other party’s general arrogance seemed to be spilling out through a layer of the screen.

"Hmph."

Wang Lina, as a professional agent, very knowledgeable in marketing and bringing rhythm to blacken people, she revealed a cold smile, "Whether it's a brush vote or a bought vote, even if he really has that money, you can rest assured that mum will never let him get away with it."

The next day

Early in the morning around 4 or 5am

A lot of people woke up and woke up to be informed that their idol had been squeezed down, fans exploded. They all knew that Jian Shiwu was an amateur, how could the vote gap suddenly widen by so much, anyone would have some suspicions. Then, a large number of reports swarmed in, all asking the official to check the votes.

"Check the votes."

"We can't let some people win by unscrupulous means."

"Is there any justice in this world?"

"That's right, our brother's votes were all cast by us fans fighting in one breath."

Wang Lina finally showed a smug smile when she saw this scene. She’s sure and she doesn’t believe that these thousands of votes that Jian Shiwu had gone up with in one night were cast by fans and actual friends, an amateur is so utilitarian, when the time comes to check the votes and announce the number of votes bought, won't he be mocked right after hisdebut?

On the contrary, the fans will definitely sympathize with their own Jianan, and when the time comes, they will sell their misery by the way, so it's a sure win.

Even the assistant said next to her, "Sister Wang, you're still great."

Wang Lina hooked her lips and smiled, "Just wait for the good show next."

The time passed, the official response was long overdue, but there was no response, just when the people were waiting impatiently, suddenly, the official statement was sent out: "Thanks to everyone's concern for our public service ambassador Haitou, we have received everyone's request to check the votes, but because of a sudden change in the server, we are unable to check the votes for individuals, so we can only announce the details of the source of all the votes, please be aware."

Once the announcement was made, many people thought there was no problem.

Only Wang Lina was dumbfounded, what was going on, shouldn't individual vote records be released, how come the server that didn't have a problem earlier was suddenly changed. Why at this time was the ball dropped and they had to release the source of everyone's votes?

That ......

So what is she designing all this for, and won’t the fans see her own son buying the votes by then, this...isn’t this lifting a stone to smash her own feet!

On the other side

The old mansion of the Ji family

On the sofa someone was rolling around laughing.

Qiao An was laughing very openly, "Are they pissed off?"

Shen Cheng turned off the program page in the background and moved his wrist a little.

"Ahahahahaha."

Qiao An didn't feel it was enough: "Really want to see their faces, it must be so wonderful, want to expose us, then let's do it together, that's what makes it exciting."

Anyway, their Shiwu is an amateur, tickets are bought and so what, a big part of your nobel idols are bought, shame on you!

At 6:30am, the official website updated the voting figures.

Wang Jianan: 24k votes, 8k from democratic votes, remaining 16 from stationery votes.

Jane Shiwu: 25k votes, 10k from democratic votes, remaining 15 from stationery votes, in total, after the separation of the democratic votes, Jane Shiwu won.

......

Fans always clamoured for their idol to be the most aggrieved, shouting that Jian Shiwu's money-spending behavior affected the fairness of the game, but they never imagined that the person who brushed up the most votes was actually Wang Jianan, and Jian Shiwu was the one affected by the fairness.

Such a result is comparable to a live slap in the face. The fans screaming on Weibo looked like they had suddenly been stuffed in the mouth, unable to speak. At this point, some people still wanted to wash.

"I don't think the stationery tickets were bought by brother either, they were given by the fans."

"Yes, brother's popularity is still very high."

"All the stationery tickets at Jian’s house were given by a few people."

However, the truth is that there is no way to buy democratic votes, even if fans are trying to brainwash themselves that their brother is popular, but the facts prove that in this selection, Jian’s popularity is unbelievable, and now he’s still just an amateur who has already reached a high of 10k democratic votes.

Most of the sensible fans have chosen not to speak up anymore, and even the more sensible ones have seen through Wang Jian'an's hypocritical face and have said they are off the hook.

The internet was so busy, but Jian was still unaware of it personally.

He was so tired that he fell asleep last night, and in the morning he was pulled out from under the covers by Zhen Meilie, otherwise he could have slept until he was in a daze.

Jian Shiwu muttered, "Mum, what are you doing?"

Zhen Meili told him to go and wash up.

When Jian came downstairs, breakfast was ready. Recently, he was busy with a new project, and Zhen Meili was also busy, so she asked, "How's your audition going? Are you sure about it?"

“The first one is quite good, a child actor, if there are no surprises I guess it could be him this time."

Zhen Mei asked him, "A child actor?”

Jian Shiwu thought for a moment, "Wang Jian ...... Jian..."

"Wang Jian An."

Jian Shiwu was startled and looked at her mother, "How do you know that, have you seen him on TV too?"

Zhen Meilie’s slender jade hand stirred the porridge and said, "I know his mother Wang Lina."

The industry is famous for pickpocketing, always using some shady tactics to make a profit, back when she was in the entertainment industry she didn’t have a lot of run-ins with Wang Lina, and when she thought of this woman, a coldness crossed the bottom of Zhen Meilie’s eyes.

Jian Shiwu didn’t know the inside story: "What a coincidence, then."

Zhen Mei didn’t say much, just asked him, "How was it, did you take any losses?"

"Ah...no, I don't think so, how could I have suffered, I haven't even seen the face yet."

The phone rang before he could finish his sentence, and Jian took her phone out of his pocket. Today was the weekend. When he received a call from Lui Heng, he thought he was asking him to go out to play, but he didn't think so. After receiving it, he was greeted by a series of violent storms from his friend.

In the end, Lui Heng said, "All in all, I think she’s just upset and wants to get into a fight with you!"

Jian’s mouth dropped open as he listened.

Zhen Meilei was also listening and even if she hears a few words from the conversation, she was a smart woman and could guess most of what was going on. Jian stood up and said to her, "Mum, I'm not eating, I might have to go out to see a friend."

Zhen Meilie responded first, "Go ahead."

He didn't take a few steps before he was stopped by the person behind him, "Jian."

"Mum?"

Jian Shiwu turned around and looked at her suspiciously.

Zhen Meilie put down her bowl and chopsticks as she asked softly, "Did you sign up for this audition of your own volition?"

Jian Shiwu bit into his bun: "Yes!"

"Then..."

Zhen Mei Li patiently questioned the child saying, "Why?"

The early morning sunlight poured down through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the whole house. Jian Shiwu stood in the open space of the living room, his long body standing straight, the clear face fair and pretty, the dark eyes that looked at her for a moment were very clean. He seemed to think seriously about, then he said:

Jian Shiwu said, "Just thought it was rather interesting."

Zhen Meilie froze.

"I used to watch my mother's movies when I was a kid, too." Jian said, "My mother in the movie was a hero, very cool, it turned out that being an actress could be so interesting, and at that time I thought it would be good if I had the chance to try out the job my mother had done."

When he finished, Jian Shiwu scratched his head and smiled, "That's probably it."

She wanted to tell her child that the entertainment industry wasn't as fun as you think it is, that it is full of people who eat people and didn't spit out bones, and that it was better for him not to go.

But..what job isn't hard.

Finally, she smiled, looked at Jian’s back and said, "All right, brat, go ahead and go."

She couldn’t shield her child from the wind and rain for the rest of his life, but at least for now, she could still hold an umbrella for him properly when he wasn’t quite able to hold the storm on his own.

...

The Ji family home


A group of children gathered in the living room, Jian Shiwu pondered, "Who do you think this person who voted anonymously is?"

Lui Heng said, "Your mysterious admirer."

Jian Shiwu hugged the bear pillow, "No way, so ignorany to vote for me with so much money?"

Qiao An, who was peeling an orange next to him, suddenly choked and coughed heavily a few times, trying to hide his laughter.

Shen Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, lifted his eyes to look at him.

Qiao An covered his lips and coughed lightly, "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered something happy."

"......"

Lui Heng was still looking at the front page of Weibo, brushing it up and seeing so many retweets of a few small bright stars who helped Wang Jianan retweet his vote, one of them was a relatively hot traffic actress at the moment, Gu Jiajia, who has had a few dramas that have exploded a little in the last two years.

Gu Jiajia v: Retweet my little nephew's tweet, public service ambassador for the good of all, let's all pay attention to An An! ~

Flow is flow, once retweeted there are thousands of comments on.

"Jia Jia's nephew, I must vote."

"Oooh, Jia Jia's nephew is so handsome."

"Love it love it."

The topic of the flow actress nicely overshadowed the topic of Wang Jian'an buying votes, and the speed of the increase in votes was as fast as a rocket ride, not only Gu Jiajia, but several other small smallstars also retweeted Wang Jian'an's Weibo to help promote the show, and the connections accumulated in the entertainment industry were now showing.

The number of votes was going up very fast and will soon overtake Jane Shiwu who is temporarily in first place.

Wang Jian'an's fans started drifting again.

"Even if some people are richer, our An An's people skills are not covered."

"An An is Jia Jia's nephew then, what a surprise."

"No wonder they could raise such a good An An!"

Lui Heng looked at it for a moment and snorted, "What kind of people are well liked, aren't they all artists under Wang Lina's hand?"

Jian Shiwu dozed off with a melon: "Is Wang Lina very powerful?"

"She’s not bad, the industry is quite powerful." Lui Heng had been holding his tongue since yesterday, and now he rolled up his sleeves and raised his voice: "I admit she’s got some contacts, but you can’t forget what my family does."

Jian Shiwu as an afterthought: "An entertainment company?"

Lui Heng nodded proudly, "The number of artists under our family is something that Wang Lina can’t compare to. She bullied my brother, I'll show him what it means to have connections!"

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